That night, Fu Jia's sleep was extremely light, and he had to be hugged by Lu Qi'an to fall asleep. Once Lu Qi'an let go of him because he turned over, he would wake up immediately and retract into Lu Qi'an's arms again.
He was so pestering that Lu Qi'an was frequently woken up by him. After a few times, even if he didn't sleep well, he subconsciously controlled himself not to turn over.
In the early morning, Lu Qi'an woke up on time, with half of his body being pressed down by Fu Jia. Fu Jia was still sleeping, lying in his arms like a small stove. Lu Qi'an moved his body and froze.
As always, he had a morning erection. This is a common thing for him, and it will disappear by itself after closing his eyes and waiting for a while. But today, Lu Qi'an waited for a full five minutes, and his lower body didn't soften.
He propped up his body with the hand that was not held down by Fu Jia. As soon as he moved, Fu Jia woke up, grabbed the clothes on his chest, and asked vaguely: "Where are you going…"
Lu Qi'an simply sat up "I'm going to take a shower, you can sleep for another half an hour, and I'll call you when the time comes."
Fu Jia was still awake, rubbing her eyes and said, "I'm so sleepy…can I ask for another day off?"
Lu Qi'an nodded, Said: "Yes, but the competition in the school is fierce, you don't know if you will get in the top ten in the next weekly exam."
Fu Jia was startled and sober.
Lu Qi'an helped him tuck the quilt, got out of bed and went to take a bath. Fu Jia rubbed her face, a little frustrated. Learning this matter…it's really difficult. I took half a day off yesterday. I don't know if I won't be able to keep up with class today.
He also got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
Aunt Miao prepared breakfast before Lu Qi'an got up as usual, and made a meal for two people in a flexible way, with soy milk and milk for each.
After Fu Jia and Lu Qi'an had breakfast, they walked to school together. The two of them walked much slower than walking alone, because Fu Jia would secretly hold Lu Qi'an's hand from behind on a road with few people. Lu Qi'an sometimes let him go, and sometimes avoided him to avoid passers-by. Fu Jia regarded this as a kind of game and played it very happily, and his steps became slower and slower.
Lu Qi'an played with him all the way, and didn't stop until he entered the campus. When parting ways at the fork in the road, Lu Qi'an said: "Don't ask anyone out for dinner at noon, let's go back together."
Thinking of the same three meals a day in the future, Fu Jia couldn't help laughing, and said: "Okay, I'll come to find you after class." You."
He watched Lu Qi'an go away, and did not walk towards his class until he could no longer see anyone in the teaching building. The moment he stepped into the classroom, almost all the students glanced at him, turned back to pat his friend, said something, and then looked back.
Fu Jia knew that it was because of the fight yesterday, and felt a little blocked. Yesterday he could run out of the classroom regardless, but today he has to face it.
Fu Jia pretended to be nonchalant and walked straight to his seat. The big head was sitting on the seat, and Fu Jia thought that he would run over excitedly to ask questions, but the big head just glanced at him cautiously and didn't respond.
Fu Jia took the initiative to talk to him: "Big head, did the teacher assign any homework yesterday afternoon?"
Big head's reaction was still very restrained, he nodded and said, "Yes, I will assign it to you later." Teachers will definitely leave homework, and routinely hand out papers for evening self-study, and Fu Jia must make up these as soon as possible.
It's strange that the big head doesn't ask anything, but Fu Jia is also happy and relaxed. After the big head scratched the homework, he started to write the questions.
The big head endured three questions for a long time, and finally couldn't help it. Say loudly: "Boss Fu, why don't you accept me as your younger brother!" Fu Jia stopped writing in
surprise, "Huh?"
Awesome!" Datou gave thumbs up with both hands.
He had a loud voice, especially the first sentence, which attracted many students in the class to look over. Fu Jia frowned, threw the pen on the table, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why did I send him to the hospital, and I didn't get beaten by him? He provoked me first and ruined my things. Still can't vent your anger?"
The big head was not frightened, but felt that his gesture of throwing the pen was so handsome, he exaggeratedly said: "Yes, of course! Our Brother Fu did the right thing, and I have long seen that Feng Jing is not pleasing to the eye, isn't it just because of the comparison of grades?" Well, the grade is relatively high, and there is still a little money at home, and it's like twenty-five thousand… We should have been angry…"
He kept talking, Fu Jiaquan ignored him, and his attitude made the big head even more I bowed down and pestered him to be his little brother.
"School two boys beating up senior seniors violently" has become a big news that has swept the No. 6 Middle School, not to mention that the result of this incident is that the "victim" was forced to transfer to another school, while the "perpetrator" escaped unscathed. Not only people in Fu Jia's own class would give him pointers, but also people from other classes and even other grades came to see Fu Jia's true face.
Most of the students just listened to the excitement and didn't know the specific details of the fight. Thinking that the senior who was beaten left the school, and the junior who beat someone was not even punished, he preconceived that there was some kind of money and power transaction here, and even imagined that the rich family bullied ordinary people, and the ordinary people had nowhere to redress their grievances. drama.
Only Fu Jia himself knew that he did not retreat completely.
During recess, Fu Jia was taken to the office by the head teacher who was guarding the door of the classroom. The homeroom teacher was not there when the incident happened. When he got the news and rushed to the school, Fu Jia had already disappeared, and he also asked for leave in the afternoon and did not come to school, so he held back his energy to educate Fu Jia well.
The homeroom teacher trained for ten minutes at a time. Fu Jia kept his head down and listened to the training, with a good attitude of admitting his mistakes. Seeing that he had been obediently answering "I know I was wrong", the head teacher calmed down a lot and said, "I know it was Feng Jing who made the mistake first, but violence is absolutely unacceptable. After discussion, the school leaders decided not to punish you, but you still have to deduct a little quality points, can you accept it?"
Fu Jia nodded repeatedly.
Only then did the head teacher show a satisfied expression, patted Fu Jia on the shoulder, and said, "Come on, study hard, and don't be affected by this incident. In addition, the school has asked you to write a self-criticism."
Fu Jia was stunned: "Review?"
The head teacher nodded: "Yes, more than two thousand characters, I will give it to me for self-study tomorrow morning."
Hearing the words "two thousand characters", Fu Jia's eyes went dark.
For a long time, Fu Jia believed that his weakest subjects were mathematics and English. Because he went to school late and was not serious before, his arithmetic ability is very weak, and his sense of English tends to be zero.
As for Chinese, Fu Jia relied on rote memorization to barely raise his grades to a level where there is no need to worry. But… let him write an 800-word composition, and a 2,000-word review? Can a normal person write this?
After the morning classes were over, Fu Jia went to the senior high school teacher to wait for Lu Qi'an. He stared at the people pouring out of the exit, thinking that he could go home and have dinner with Lu Qi'an, and he relaxed a lot from the entanglement for the review.
By the time Lu Qi'an came out of the teaching building, he had already forgotten about the self-criticism.
Lu Qi'an walked out of the school side by side with him, and said, "You can stay in the classroom and wait for me next time." After entering
the third year of high school, the teacher would drag the class almost every time after school. Today it was delayed for about five minutes, so Fu Jia didn't wait long, but there were always times when it would be more than ten or twenty minutes, and Lu Qi'an didn't want Fu Jia to stand downstairs and wait for him.
Fu Jia didn't know what he was thinking, and said, "Then how can I sit still?"
Lu Qi'an looked at him and asked, "Isn't it cold?"
Fu Jia looked around, ignoring the passing pedestrians, and leaned closer to Lu Qi'an , secretly took his hand: "Just cover it for me."
Lu Qi'an felt soft and held his hand. Although there were many pedestrians on the road during the lunch break, he never let go.
As for Fu Jia, because she had been stuck with Lu Qi'an all the time, when she arrived at the apartment, her face was flushed and her body temperature was so high that she was about to sweat.
When changing shoes at the door, Lu Qi'an let go of his hands naturally, and Fu Jia realized that his hands were covered with sweat, but Lu Qi'an did not dislike him.
The two went to the bathroom to wash their hands together and prepared to eat lunch. Fu Jia saw the scarf he wove on the shelf next to the sink, and he said he wanted to dispose of it himself, but Aunt Miao didn't touch it, leaving it there dirty. Fu Jia remembered the fight, and then remembered the rumors in the school. He looked at Lu Qi'an hesitantly, and asked, "The thing about my fight… Did you do something for me?"
Lu Qi'an was wiping his hands with a towel when he heard He asked a question, stopped and answered: "I didn't do anything. Why do you ask that? Did your classmate tell you something?
" , that Feng Jing's family is quite rich, and he was so confident at the time, he looked like he was going to fight me to the end, but now he has nothing, I don't want to pay a penny, and he transferred to another school by himself , I was thinking, is it you…"
Did you spend a lot of money? Could it be… Borrowing the power of Lu's elders?
"I didn't do anything." Lu Qi'an said, "I just went to the hospital to chat with Feng Jing's parents. Teacher Liu was also there, and we all sorted out the whole story together. His parents are reasonable people. After the incident, I don't want to pursue this matter anymore. As for the transfer, it's just because Feng Jing's father's job was transferred, and he immigrated overseas." The
more relaxed he said, the more Fu Jia couldn't believe it: "Really?"
"Yeah " Lu Qi'an affirmed.
Fu Jia nodded, and finally chose to believe him unconditionally.
With Lu Qi'an's explanation, Fu Jia gained confidence when facing the students in the afternoon, and turned a blind eye to their probing eyes. As long as someone asks, he will take out what he said to Datou in the morning and say it again.
He was frank and frank, which made the students who came to join in the fun feel boring.
In No. 6 Middle School, where the style of study is strict, it is a miracle that Fu Jia's fight can be discussed eagerly for a whole day. By the end of the evening self-study, the students are full of exhaustion and have no interest in this matter.
Fu Jia was sorting out the homework to be taken home and copied at the desk. When he touched the math paper, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the 2,000-word self-criticism that the head teacher said.
Fu Jia opened her eyes wide, almost unable to hold her schoolbag. The review will be handed in tomorrow morning, but he has not moved a word yet.
He dragged his heavy steps to the senior three teaching building, and found that Lu Qi'an was already waiting for him under the streetlight.
There were very few pedestrians on the way back, but Fu Jia didn't play hand-holding games, and didn't pester Lu Qi'an to talk, and kept hanging his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Lucian tugged at his elbow to pull the strap aside before he almost hit the street light.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Jia looked up in a daze: "It's nothing, I was thinking about my unfinished homework."
Lu Qi'an let him go and didn't speak again.
After arriving home, Fu Jia proposed to do homework, and Lu Qi'an took him to the study. After entering the door, Fu Jia found that there were two chairs in front of the desk where there was only one chair.
Lu Qi'an never took home homework to do, because the time for evening self-study was enough for him to complete a day's homework. He took a book from the shelf and sat on a chair: "If you don't understand, you can ask me."
He was going to accompany Fu Jia to do homework.
Fu Jia's spirit was revived, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he instantly had inexhaustible strength. He sat next to Lu Qi'an, moved their chairs a little closer, and then in.
He took out the paper, hummed, hummed and calculated, and finally solved the most time-consuming and labor-intensive math finale problem with ease. He continued to write English reading questions. There were only three questions, and they were completed quickly.
He rummaged through his schoolbag, but couldn't find any other homework, only a composition. He closed his eyes in pain, took out his notebook, turned to the first page, and wrote down the words "Review".
If you write any further, you won't be able to write.
For half an hour, Fu Jia scratched his head and scratched his head at the hundred or so words he had written, sometimes frowning and mumbling something, Lu Qi'an saw that he was pointing the pen at himself, opening his mouth to bite, so he quickly interrupted: "What are you writing?" Jia quickly covered the composition text with his hand, but two characters of the word "review" still leaked out from between his fingers.
Lu Qi'an put down the book and said, "Let me take a look."
Fu Jia threw the things he had written into the ground in embarrassment: "No…my writing is too bad."
Lu Qi'an said: "It won't be too bad, I think Look."
Fu Jia took his hand hesitantly, and said, "Then don't laugh at me when you read it."
Lu Qi'an hummed, took Fu Jia's homework book and read it in his hand.
Fu Jia wrote it like this: Dear teacher (strike out) Leaders and teachers, I was wrong! I deeply realized my mistake, I was wrong, I was really wrong. As a student, I was really wrong to use violence against my seniors. I am a resident (crossed out) moth of society, a scum of society, a broken gear in society…
Lu Qi'an closed his eyes and didn't read any more. Looking back on Fu Jia's ability to write love letters, he can expect this weird review, so he is not surprised.
Fu Jia observed his expression with her heart in her hands, and asked, "How is it? Is my writing okay? I really don't know how to write, two thousand words, what else can I write besides admitting my mistakes?"
Lu Qi'an read from the bookshelf He took a pen, tore off the page that Fu Jia had written, and said, "Go wash up first, and I'll write for you."
Fu Jia clutched her heart tightly, her face full of shock.
"After you've finished writing, you can just transcribe it once." Lu Qi'an thought for two seconds, and wrote smoothly.
Fu Jia looked at his side face, her heart was hot, as if she was on fire. He sat beside Lu Qi'an and didn't leave. When he stopped writing and thinking, he supported his shoulder and leaned over to kiss the corner of his lips.
The kiss was about to leave, but before letting go, Fu Jia suddenly thought of something, leaned back again, stuck out her tongue and licked his lips.
"Thank you…I'm going to take a shower first." Fu Jia stood up from the chair with a blushing face, and left the study.
Lu Qi'an looked normal on the surface, and was about to continue writing, but found that he had completely forgotten the sentence he had planned.